UNC Football: The Varying Wakefulness of a Giant

I haven’t been sleeping all that well recently. It’s not an obvious restlessness, not the kind of wakefulness where you’re better off just getting out of bed and doing something productive with the cold hours between the witching hour and the first blush of dawn. It’s been a tossing and turning kind of thing, lingering far too long in that liminal space that should only be a quick stop on the way to better, more restful sleep. Maybe it’s the changing of the seasons, that disorienting shortening of days; maybe it’s just work-related stress, compounded by an inability to cut the tether to the computer that is always in the next room; maybe it’s simply my internal clock on the fritz.